Has anyone else ever felt infuriated having to read or listen to other people who seemingly have a more "valid" reason to be depressed? Using myself for example, I feel like a worthless waste of life and you'd all probably want to beat me bloody when you discover that I have both my parents who both love me and seem to tolerate my completely worthless existence. I live comfortably in Middle Class and overall should have lived a happy conflict free life. Yet here I am...venting on a depression sub-board because every endless night is like torture in my head.
Meanwhile other people suffer depression because someone close like parents abused them or they live in total poverty or any other example where God seems to just make your earthly life completely miserable. Yet when I hear these stories all I can feel is anger at what seems to be a competition to shut my feelings down thinking "See my life is worse than yours, you have no right to be depressed" I realize people don't intentionally do this but that's what I get out of these sob stories.
I must be some narcissist who only cares about myself, my empathy is slowly dying too. At this point I don't care, I almost want to become some soulless sociopath. It's not like I ever need to use empathy when I'm just a nobody to most people and a worthless disappointment to myself.
Anger and sadness seem to be the only emotions that are genuine and lasting anymore. I get so furious at all of mankind and yet have to keep it bottled away unless I want to be further isolated and miss out on the meaningless small talk with co-workers that pretty much makes up my only social interaction.
I hate everything, if God wanted me saved He should of just let me drown when I was 3. At least then the soul wouldn't have become this rotten dark void that I've become.
Meanwhile other people suffer depression because someone close like parents abused them or they live in total poverty or any other example where God seems to just make your earthly life completely miserable. Yet when I hear these stories all I can feel is anger at what seems to be a competition to shut my feelings down thinking "See my life is worse than yours, you have no right to be depressed" I realize people don't intentionally do this but that's what I get out of these sob stories.
I must be some narcissist who only cares about myself, my empathy is slowly dying too. At this point I don't care, I almost want to become some soulless sociopath. It's not like I ever need to use empathy when I'm just a nobody to most people and a worthless disappointment to myself.
Anger and sadness seem to be the only emotions that are genuine and lasting anymore. I get so furious at all of mankind and yet have to keep it bottled away unless I want to be further isolated and miss out on the meaningless small talk with co-workers that pretty much makes up my only social interaction.
I hate everything, if God wanted me saved He should of just let me drown when I was 3. At least then the soul wouldn't have become this rotten dark void that I've become.